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   Just then, the door to the operating room opened.

  The doctor came out first, followed by the assistant doctor, pushing Feng Yaqin's cart with drips hanging out.

  Han Xiaoye suddenly stood up and chased after him, "Doctor, how is my mommy?"

   The chief surgeon was an old doctor with gray hair, and he was one of the second batch of doctors Han Xiaoye saw. He is a well-known brain specialist in China and is very prestigious in the medical field. He is actually at retirement age and rarely comes out for surgery. This time, he was willing to make an exception because Qin Fang asked him for help. He himself has a good relationship with Qin Falcon. He is considered to be the uncle of the Qin family. Qin Fang asked him to come out and perform the operation. However, when he arrived, the operation had already started. At the beginning, the operation plan of the chief surgeon was a little flawed. Although he tried his best to make up for it later, he still failed to make the operation perfect. Doctors have a habit of pursuing perfection. The more successful doctors are, the more they like to pursue perfection. His collection of mountains is not perfect, and his face is not good-looking. When the assistant doctor respectfully helped him remove the **** gloves, his face was still black.

  Han Xiaoye's heart beat faster, and he was extremely uneasy, so he couldn't help but ask again, "Doctor, was the operation successful?"

   "It's not a success, it's not a failure."

"What's the meaning?"

  Mo Xiaxia and the others gathered around after seeing Feng Yaqin in a coma.

   "Which one of you helped the patient do first aid?" he asked suddenly.

  Han Xiaoye was flustered and raised his hand, "Me."

   "Am I doing something wrong? I found it online, and I read it online..."

"Do you believe everything that is said on the Internet?" He didn't have a successful operation, and his attitude was not very good. , but cerebral congestion is just the opposite. What you do will only make the situation worse! If you don't understand, why do you need to do first aid indiscriminately? Huh?"

   "I really don't understand you young people. If you don't study all day, you feel like you know everything and know everything when you hold your phone and computer. If you can't do it, don't mess around. If you make a mess, you have to let someone else clean it up!"

  Han Xiaoye was extremely bored, her nose and throat were sore and sore, her swollen eyes were red, and she slowly lowered her head, "I'm sorry..."

   Several assistant doctors sympathized with the little girl who was stubborn and did not cry.

   Everyone in the hospital knew that Niu Lao’s medical skills were directly proportional to his temper, and when his temper grew stronger, he said that in the hospital, including the director. Those apprentices who were studying with them, even when they heard his name, their hearts trembled, showing how bad their tempers were.

   "You should feel sorry."

   "..." Han Xiaoye's back was tense, his head lowered.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned, grabbed her little hand that was clenched into a fist, pulled it away forcefully, and clasped her fingers tightly. Standing in front of her, he swept over the old doctor with a savage expression, "Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?"

  Old Niu was still angry at first, but he could touch the cold eyes of the man without the slightest emotion. He turned his head away, irritably took off the mask and threw it to the assistant doctor beside him, his gray brows wrinkled, "I can only say that there is no danger to life, when will I wake up, and whether there will be any sequelae after waking up, I can't guarantee these."

"Cerebral congestion may induce multiple diseases, aphasia, paralysis, these are all possible. If the operation is not 100% successful, the rest can only depend on the patient's physical function. To put it bluntly, it depends on luck. What is luck? Nothing, bad luck..."

  Unfortunately, what does the aphasia and paralysis mentioned above mean? Han Xiaoye's heart froze, as if he had been punched hard, and he could not wait to cover his face in embarrassment.

  Why is she so stupid?

  Why are you so stupid?

   If it wasn't for her cleverness to do first aid to Aunt Feng, the operation would have been 100% successful. Also, if she hadn't been so impatient and agreed to the operation, Aunt Feng wouldn't have to bear these possibilities when the experts mentioned by her eldest uncle came.

  Han Xiaoye felt terrible.

   That stuffy feeling stuck in the throat, unable to go up or down. There was still a big rock on her chest, which made her breathless.

   Her mood fluctuated too much, and her stomach was also aching. She turned pale with fright, covered her stomach, and tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her in horror, "Uncle, my stomach... I seem to be bleeding from the bottom of my stomach."

   Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao, who were chatting with the doctor, turned around abruptly.

   Mo Xiaxia saw the blood on her pajama pants, and suddenly lost her voice, "Stop talking!"

  Fu Zhiyan's face suddenly became extremely difficult to see, and he was about to slap someone horizontally to find a doctor. Fu Xiao's reaction was faster than his, and he was already squatting, holding Han Xiaoye and hurriedly walked to the obstetrics and gynecology department. While walking, he didn't forget to say, "Zhiyan, you go to inform the doctor first, and I'll carry her over there. Xia Xia, Mom will leave it to you."

  Mo Xiaxia was also anxious about Han Xiaoye's situation, but still nodded firmly, "Okay."

  Fu Zhiyan has never been so out of control and panic. He almost trotted to the obstetrics and gynecology department and dragged the attending doctor directly.

  Fu Xiao followed closely and put Han Xiaoye on the hospital bed beside him.

   The attending doctor is the doctor who is in charge of the pregnancy test for Han Xiaoye. Knowing that they are extraordinary, they don’t need to say anything, so they quickly help with the test.

Han Xiaoye was surrounded by a group of nurses, and the doctor listened to her with cold equipment, and she could feel the blood coming out constantly from below. With a trembling voice, "Little uncle, will I have a miscarriage?"

   Fu Zhiyan's aura was as cold as an iceberg in Antarctica, and his expression was cold, "No."

  Fu Xiao glanced at the back of his hand with bulging veins, his resolute jaw was stretched to death.

  Han Xiaoye still felt up and down after hearing him say no.

   She is not stupid, she understands what bloodshed means.

   It was because I understood that I was scared to death, and my calf couldn't help cramping. The doctor noticed and reassured her.

   "Miss Han, please control your emotions and try to relax. It's okay, trust me, it's okay."

  Han Xiaoye also knew that she had to relax as much as possible at this moment, but she really couldn't relax. Aunt Feng made the operation unsuccessful because of her mistake. The little bun suddenly couldn't keep it anymore. Her pressure was unprecedented, and the pressure of suffocation was about to drive her crazy.

   "Han Xiaoye, look into my eyes!"

   Suddenly, a pair of strong hands clasped her shoulders, and the calm man's eagle eyes were calm.